| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Tin Woodman of Oz by L. Frank Baum: this report of his old sweetheart, but the Scarecrow
reassured his friend, saying:
"Never mind, your Majesty; however happy Nimmie Amee
is now, I'm sure she will be much happier as Empress of
the Winkies."
"Perhaps," said Captain Fyter, somewhat stiffly, "she
will be still more happy to become the bride of a Tin
Soldier."
"She shall choose between us, as we have agreed," the
Tin Woodman promised; "but how shall we get to the poor
girl?"
The Tin Woodman of Oz |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Goodness of St. Rocque and Other Stories by Alice Dunbar: mules on the cotton-drays dozed languidly, their ears pitched at
varying acute angles. But the practiced ears of the men heard a
familiar sound stealing up over the heated stillness.
"Oh--ho--ho--humph--humph--humph--ho--ho--ho--oh--o --o--humph!"
Then the faint rattle of chains, and the steady thump of a
machine pounding.
If ever you go on the levee you'll know that sound, the rhythmic
song of the stevedores heaving cotton-bales, and the steady
thump, thump, of the machine compressing them within the hold of
the ship.
Finnegan, the leader, who had held up his hand for silence,
The Goodness of St. Rocque and Other Stories |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from St. Ives by Robert Louis Stevenson: of it; and then the driver turned with an oath, laid the lash upon
the horses with so much energy that they found their heels again,
and the whole equipage fled down the road at a gallop.
At the first sound of the sneeze, I had started back like a man
shot. The next moment, a great light broke on my mind, and I
understood. Here was the secret of Fenn's trade: this was how he
forwarded the escape of prisoners, hawking them by night about the
country in his covered cart. There had been Frenchmen close to me;
he who had just sneezed was my countryman, my comrade, perhaps
already my friend! I took to my heels in pursuit. 'Hold hard!' I
shouted. 'Stop! It's all right! Stop!' But the driver only
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